"There is no greater betrayal, than that of your own senses. A man can spend his whole life training his body, but never fully control the most deceitful force of them all...his own heart." -Gerald Journal entry 143.- The city was in a frenzy, guards posted at every corner as the central building; home to the magistrate of these lands seemed impenetrable. Within the piss filled streets, and the war swept plains everyone was talking about the cause for this show of force. The magistrate had his life threaten, by a rogue hero of the last great war. A man who had already slain several high ranking government officials. They say he is a beast, thirsting only for blood. With eyes so frigid, that none can escape their paralyzing spell. Sometimes though, the truth is far more terrifying then the rumors... It didn't matter how many guards he had, nor the fortified walls he sought refuge behind. Gerald knew all too well how this would end, the same as all those before him. Money though useful, was a flaccid shield. Hired goons possess no loyalty, and when faced with an unstoppable force of energy, they often flee. "People starve, the wives of the fallen soldiers you built this empire on...and so light heartily tread on suffer. Meanwhile you can easily afford to militarize the region in but a few days." He spoke with disgust and disdain. "So be it..." He whispered, before tossing his cigarette across the alley. With hands nested in his pockets, the lone wolf of Nabanouu traversed these twisted and crime infested streets. If it wasn't the ruffians or the gangs, it was the authorities abusing their influence for personal gain. Even now he could hear the screams of innocents as the police seized this chaos as an excuse to "Search" others belongings. "Brothers, is this what we fought so hard for? Is this the future we bled for? As the last wolf I can only wander these lands and watch as your sacrifices are used to sow seeds of greed and hate. We fought not for wealth, nor did we fight so our country can expand it's authority over the people. No we died, albeit literally or spiritually for a different cause. To change the world for the better, not bleak it out." This thought crossed his mind as he adjusted his police cap. Though the soon to be murderer of the magistrate proclaimed his title during the war, few actually had seen his face...They heard only the grandeur stories. Granting Gerald the ability to move about the city with ease, and being a detective for the hierarchy certainly had it's benefits to say the least. Abruptly Gerald halted, leaning against a nearby stone wall, as he glanced at his pocket watch. "Two more hours..." He muttered to himself, before lighting up another smoke.